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Where To From Here?
My heart aches, my mentality is covered by blood and it bleeds.
I wake up every morning, not knowing what the future holds.
I am 9 years of age, have been to school, but I had to drop out in first grade because my mother couldn’t afford to pay for my fees as she lost her job as a domestic worker for the Van Dameer’s in a suburb around the city.
She lost her job because she forgot to take the dog out for a walk, and it was really unfortunate.
I have to take care of as she is now suffering in bed, dying from the deadly virus, Soon she will die, and I have to be responsible and take care of my younger brothers and sisters.
Every Friday I have to get a wheel barrow from the shed and push her down to the local clinic so that she can get some medical attention.
She can hardly talk, therefore I have to answer all of the questions they ask my dear Mother?
But which opinionated and political party does she belong to?
I really don’t know, but I have to let them know, because if she’s in the opposition party she won’t get the medical attention she deserves.
I heard her shouting it out, and luckily the nurse was right next to her when she managed to articulate it.
I could distinguish that the nurse was eager to help us, but she couldn’t because the rebels were all over the place making sure that no opposition party members were treated.
I do not really know the political and current affairs happening in my country because I have no television set, no radio or stereo, but all I know is that the nation is being wiped out.
I see dead bodies lying down the streets every morning.
My siblings are always involved in fights, out of anger, rage and cruelty, reason being that our neighborhood does not accept us as proper human beings because of my mothers condition.
Oh cry the beloved country.
They’re depriving me of my education, they don’t care about my needs.
My tender mind is longing to be taught.
But they’re jumping around in the streets , thinking there’s a greater battle to be fought.
Confusion lurks in my head.
Should I go to school, or should I stay in the streets?
I decide to go to school, but nobody is interested to listen to my story as nobody knows my family name and preferential treatment is part of the country’s policy.
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The streets are filled with blood, and people fighting non wining battles but the classrooms are bare.
Will I ever be a Medical doctor?
I haven’t given up hope. I want to discover the cure of the deadly virus.
N.B: This is not a true story but this is reality about what is happening in some countries around the world.
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